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Now, Hanzo was not one who particularly enjoyed interacting with strangers; in fact, he found it to be exhausting, but this? This? They hadn’t even invited him! He was their colleague now, was he not? This was his first day here, was it not? He may have declined the offer anyways, but surely the proper thing to do to welcome a new teammate would be to at least give him the option of declining them!

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Hanzo cannot stand the amount of disrespect that people in the resurging Overwatch treat him with, so he pays them back in kind.

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“Leo the Lion,” he hisses out. He redoubles his efforts, desperate to take control of the remote now. He will not suffer through another movie sponsored by that dreaded lion. Flashbacks to his childhood come to the forefront of his mind: Genji, ill and whiny, begging his elder brother to watch old “American Classics.” Every single time, without fail, he would manage to transfer his illness onto Hanzo, and every single time, without fail, Genji would force Hanzo to watch the same films over again.

Oh how he abhorred the MGM Lion.

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Hanzo and Jesse argue over what to watch for movie night. Athena has other plans.

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He had hoped that they had grown out of their habit of “collecting” various “treasures,” but in retrospect, that was probably because he had been living in near-solitude for the better part of a decade. As it was, he lived in anything but solitude now.

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Hanzo's dragons stole some of McCree's personal items, and now he has to run the risk of actually engaging in conversation with his coworkers in order to give them back.

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“Darlin’.”

McCree was looking at him now, and Hanzo frantically began thinking up excuses for his mistake: an enemy sniper, right behind him, dangling from her web, prepared to strike. The girl who shrouds herself in shadows and teleports about, gun pointed at McCree’s head, disappearing before he could let his arrows fly. Perhaps the creature that is somewhere between man and monster?

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Cecil is worried about Carlos being the resident outsider, and tries to manipulate his thinking so that he'll have less trouble fitting in because hey, that' what a good boyfriend is supposed to do, right?

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Long John Silver is not a man. Long John Silver is a cracked jaw, opening before an endless, cavernous pit. Long John Silver is a monster's right hand -- black with viscera, white with bone. Long John Silver is a rabid dog, held on a short leash by a dead tyrant's skeletal fist. Long John Silver is not a man. Long John Silver is a man.